Goodbye, darling. Have a nice day.
Rob kissed Mary on the cheek, grabbed his keys, and stepped out the door. Mary watched as his car disappeared down the street. As soon as he was out of sight, she rushed back inside.
"You can come out now," she whispered.
From the hallway closet, a man emerged—tall, broad-shouldered, with an air of arrogance. He grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Missed me?" he murmured, trailing kisses down her neck.
Mary giggled. "Always."
Lost in passion, they didn’t hear the front door creak open. Rob had returned, searching for his badge. As he stepped into the hallway, his eyes locked onto them. His wife. In their home. With another man.
A rush of heat flooded his face, but instead of storming in, he clenched his fists, exhaled, and walked away. Rage was easy. Revenge would be sweeter.
Hours Later…
Mary sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone when Rob’s voice crackled over the police radio she forgot he had.
"All units, robbery reported—Apartment 246 Jefferson Avenue."
Mary’s stomach dropped. Her lover, Jake, stiffened.
"I'm on it," Rob’s voice confirmed. "I’ll need backup."
Panic surged through Mary’s veins. "He’s coming back. You need to leave!"
Jake scrambled to dress. "Where the hell are my clothes?!"
"Here! Just hurry!" She shoved his shirt at him. He yanked it on, but something felt wrong. "Damn, why does this thing itch so much?"
Before she could answer, the front door swung open. Rob stood there, badge glinting under the light. His gaze was ice.
"Mary, sweetheart, everything okay?"
She swallowed. "Y-yeah. False alarm, I guess."
Rob nodded. "Good. But something seems... off."
Jake took a step back.
"Who’s this?" Rob’s eyes flicked over him.
Mary’s lips parted, but before she could speak, Jake doubled over, groaning. His skin turned blotchy, sweat dripping down his temples.
"I can’t—I can’t breathe!" he gasped.
Mary’s hands flew to her mouth. "What’s happening?!"
Rob smirked. "Oh, that? That’s just a little something I laced into the shirt you’re wearing. Don’t worry—it won’t kill you. But it sure does feel like hell, doesn’t it?"
Jake’s eyes widened. "You—"
"I knew about you the second you walked into my home," Rob said, his voice low and dangerous. "I could’ve handled this the easy way. But where’s the fun in that?"
Jake collapsed onto the floor, writhing.
Rob pulled out his radio. "Officer down at my location. Suspect apprehended. Bring the squad car."
"You set him up?!" Mary shrieked.
Rob grinned. "Oh, darling. He set himself up the moment he stepped into my home."
Two officers stormed in, grabbing Jake by the arms. "Get off me! This is a mistake!"
Rob leaned in close, whispering in his ear. "Tell it to the judge."
As they hauled Jake away, Mary lunged at Rob. "You ruined everything!"
Rob caught her wrist mid-swing, his grip firm. "No, Mary. You did."
She froze. For the first time, she saw him—not the doting husband, but the man she had underestimated.
"Pack your things," he said, releasing her. "You’re leaving tonight."
Tears welled in her eyes. "Rob, please—"
"Goodbye, darling," he interrupted, turning away. "Have a nice life."
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